I’ll warn you up front—if you aren’t familiar with the LDS church, this post may not make a lot of sense to you.
Several years ago, when we were still attending a small, inner-city Branch (tiny LDS congregation), Sean was the Young Men’s president and I was the Young Women’s president. It was a very small group of young people from challenging backgrounds.
We developed a special relationship with a 14-year-old boy who was the only member of the church in his family. Even after we moved to our current house and left that Branch, Chris would come over a lot of weekends to hang out, help Sean with yard work, and just be around.
As Chris got older, he would come over less frequently. He’s nineteen now. Even though we don’t see him often, he still calls Sean pretty regularly. Every so often, he will call on a Saturday and say he is going to come over. He almost never actually makes it.
Yesterday was one of those days.
Of course, my kids get excited when they think that Chris is coming over. I’m really not even sure why Sean even tells them that Chris might come over. He always reminds them, though, that there is a good chance he’ll flake.
So, when Chris hadn’t shown up by dinnertime last night and Noah was asking where he was, Sean told him just that.
“He’s not coming, son. He flaked out.”
“What does ‘flake’ mean?” Noah wanted to know.
I explained to him that someone who says that they will do something, then doesn’t do it, is called a “flake.” So Daddy said Chris was being a flake because he said he would come over, then didn’t.
“Oh, like the Home Teachers? Are they flakes?”
Oh. My. Gosh. Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!!
That child is wise beyond his years.
*For the record, we have good Home Teachers. And I have NEVER called them flakes. And I’m the one who needs to call and reschedule our visit next week due to a family birthday party…